Letter Thirteen

Dear Luke,

Today we had this conversation as we were putting you down for a nap.

Me: What are you going to dream about?
You: Riding a skateboard. I'm going to ride it to Mimi's house to show her.
Me: And what will the skateboard look like?
You: Wellll... the board is black. And the wheels are white. And there's letters. The wheels have letters.
Me: What do the letters say?
You: They say, LUKE! And renehmboh, he's three years old. Three. Years. Old. LUKE! [MIDDLE NAME]! [LAST NAME]!

I mean: really.
Every day is better because of you, kid.

Love,
Your Mama